WRITESPIRATION #104 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 8

This  my  entry  to  Sacha Black‘s weekly Writespiration. This  weeks  word  for us  to  use  it  Choke!

Every day he walks his dog
In his mean uncaring way.
He pulls the the lead so tight
He hurts his dog, poor mite.

Today is very foggy
Here he comes with
His poor hard done by doggy.
A wire at the height of the man’s throat
OH! dear will he choke?

Thursday Photo Prompt – Bridge #writephoto

This  is  my  entry  to  Sue Vincent’s  of  Daily Echo , #writephoto prompt  bridge.

Rules  and  ping back  here .

She  had  been  running  all day thoughts  of Mathew her  beautiful  Vampire filling  her  head. Today was  the  first  day  she had  really  had  the  strength  to  run  properly. It  had  taken  three  dangerous  days  of  cleaning  and  resting  to  heal  her  wounds.

She  had  had  to  lie  low with  the  constant  threat  of  Human Hunters and Vampires, the    Dawfs and Elves  were no  threat  but  sadly  they  were  dying out and  were  seen less and  less.This  was  sad  because  they  were kind  and  honourable  races.

It was  early  afternoon  when  she  reached  the  bridge. The  water  was  clear  and  clean and  the  shadows  were  cool  and offered an ideal  hiding  place. She  had  eaten  12 hours  ago  and  luckily  she  had  had a  good  meal and  even  with  her  precious  cargo  she  felt  full  and  satisfied. Out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  saw  a  water  rat  scuttle  into  a  crack in  the  brickwork… humm! she  thought  a  nice  snack  for later.

She  had  been  pregnant  for  two  and  a half  months  now  and had  stayed  Warewolf  for  the  entire  time as  she instinctively  new  her  human  form  could  not  carry  this  child let  alone  deliver  it. What  strange  things  Human were weak  and often  cruel. The  Vampires  where strong and  always  beautiful   but  so heartless, well that  went  without  saying.

What had  drawn  her  to  her  beautiful Mathew , he  had  smelt so  different  to  the others. The  smell of  death  and  blood  was  there  but  something else she  still did not  know  what. She  had  been  drawn  to him, not only  by  his hypnotic  stare or his  melodic voice. She  had  been in  human  form, naked  and  vulnerable, when  she  first  saw him  she  was  going  to  change  and  fight.

He had  called  to her, “I am alone  and  know  what  you  are  please stay, I don’t  want to  fight or  harm  you ”  She  had  been drawn  to him  naturally  and  by  no  magic  powers  and  they  both  new  they were  special.

She  was  suddenly  awoken  from  her  reverie   by  the  smell of  humans on  the  wind. Not  pleased she  skulked  back into  the the  shadows. The  smell  got  stronger  as  the  humans  neared  the  bridge. Hidden in  the  dark  listening  to  the  soft  flow  of  the  water  she  readied  to  protect  herself.

The  human came  into  view  and  to  the  Warewolf’s  surprise  it  was a  young girl she  was also heavily  pregnant. Suddenly  her  softer side  kicked in and  she  sat  and  watched  as  the  young  woman  drank  from  the  water  and  rested  in  the sun  for  a while.   When rested  the  young  woman  moved on.

The  Warewolf  felt  her  baby  move,  not  long now she  thought anytime  within  the  next two  weeks. After  a  drink  she  was  about  to  settle  down  for a  rest  when  she  smelt  Vampire!  At that  very  moment  she  heard  the  young  girl  scream. Without  a  second  thought  she  was  bounding  out from under the  bridge , all her  senses  alive  and  every hackle on her  back  up,  toward  the  screams. Human or  no  that  particular  Vampire  was  not  going  to  feed  if  she  could  help it. Not  without a  fight.

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If  you  would  like  to  read  the  first  part  of  this  story it  is  here on #wrtephoto last  week Tryst

Loveuary Day 23 For the Love of Earth.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Link to Ritu’s post.

Link to rules and prompts

Today is  Day  23, I  have  used  my  own  prompt  today, Mother  Nature’s  special  love  of  us. This is  a poem I  wrote in  2013.

And yet  you love us  still

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You are old now and you are tired

Your body raped and parts of you burned and fired.

Yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

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You were young once golden and new

Greener than green, seas and rivers running blue.

Young then younger than time

Fresh and pristine then unlike now choked up , dirty and covered in grime.

Yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

What promise you had though, when brand new you graced the heavens before we gouged you out and burnt your soul and all things bad upon you wrought.

Yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

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You felt the thaw of ice ages then felt them come again,

Strange and huge beast wandered over your plains,

You saw  man arrive and you watched his growing pains.

You nursed us gently as we as humans grew.

Sadly, we ungrateful, turned on you.

Yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

How beautiful fresh and new were you

When only wild beasts and flowers grew

When storms were all that raged

Man had not yet started his cruel selfish rampage.

All of  you was fresh and new and you had such great things to do.

Now we have dragged all that is good from you.

We have laid you waste, you can no longer start anew.

Yet you love us still. You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

Sadly we have pushed you toward your end ,

We were ungiving , selfish we stole   we did not bend.

We took from you and did not replace ,

We have fought wars across your body and we have scared your face.

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Yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.

Oh! Earth mother we have pulled you on at such an un-holy pace ,

You have tried to warn us but we have slipped through your fingers so far  grace.

Your end is nigh and and it is all our fault ………..

And  yet you love us still.

You are patient with us now even though we treat you ill.